The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 738 Superintendent, do you still accept people in your factory? 2
As Tai Yiming made a sound, the person standing beside him holding the knife moved immediately, moving quickly through the crowd.

Soon, someone said, "Master, there is a living here, a little girl."

After Ni Huan listened, he raised his steps slightly and walked towards the center of the yard.

As he moved around, the people holding umbrellas behind him immediately followed suit.

There was a big tree in the middle of the yard. The girl was lying covered in blood in the rain and blood. The broken hair on her forehead was sticking to her face, her lips were pale, and there was a long scar on her face. It was covered with red raindrops, and as the raindrops hit the girl's face, the blood on her face was diluted a little.

Ni Huanchen walked up to the girl and stood still, stretched out his hand, pinched the corner of the clothes, squatted down halfway, stretched out the hand holding the brocade handkerchief, and breathed the girl's breath.

"It's still alive, take it back." After Ni Huanchen said this, he straightened up, turned and walked towards the door, "Everyone else, let's bury them." The voice was still indifferent, compared to just now Be cool.

"Yes." Tai Yiming cupped his hands towards Ni Huanshen.

"Remember, as a result of the investigation, none of the seventy members of the Mo family survived." A cold voice came from the sound of rain.

"Yes." Tai Yiming replied again, and then summoned two people to carry the girl away from the ground.

……

When Wuxin woke up, her head was groggy, and there was a faint smell of medicine lingering at the tip of her nose.

He frowned unintentionally, trying to open his eyes.

The entrance is a wooden roof.

"Are you awake? The little guy has quite a willpower." A joking voice came from beside his ear.

Wu Xin supported the bed with her hands, and slowly straightened up, but what followed was a heart-pounding pain.

"Tsk, a patient should look like a patient, just lie down." The incoherent voice came again.

Only then did Wuxin take the time to glance at the owner of the voice.

He was dressed in blue and white clothes, with his hair hanging casually behind his back. He held a cattail leaf fan in his hand, fanning the fire from time to time. He looked like a handsome man, with a evil smile on his face and a light glow in his eyes. ripples.

The whole temperament is a little gentler than his tone and expression, but only a little bit.

What's more, I still owe a beating.

Wu Xin moved her lips, and found that her throat was dry and sore. Before she could say anything, she began to cough violently.

"You suffered from the wind and cold, your neck was slashed with a hand knife, and now you can't speak." Sang Yan glanced at Wu Xin, and said casually.

Wuxin was still coughing violently, and when he recovered, his eyes were filled with tears.

Tears were pressed heavily in the sockets of the eyes, and when he blinked inadvertently, the tears slid out from the corners of the eyes.

After feeling better, Wuxin raised her hand with difficulty, and wiped away tears casually, without much emotion in her eyes.

Instead, he fell back and lay down again, so that the pain all over his body felt a little better.

Seeing that Wuxin was lying down, Sang Yan raised his eyebrows, didn't speak any more, and continued to take the medical book next to him, looking at it while fanning the fire.

In the wooden house, it fell into silence again.

……

"Tiehanhan, plot and memory." Wu Xin leaned on the wooden bed, staring at the roof and said to Thh.

"Darling, with you...no, with the original owner's current physical condition, I don't recommend you to accept the plot." Thh's cute voice sounded.

Unintentionally manipulating the mental power, he took out a pill from the space brocade box and put it in his mouth, "It's ready now."

Thh "..."

Silently transmitted the plot and memory to Wuxin.

(End of this chapter)